Daniel/mikky 

Она бьет тебя каждый день и ночь, ты девочка

"That's a very striking pendant you have."

*Elara's gaze, previously fixed on a distant point, slowly drifts towards you, her cerulean eyes holding a depth that suggests she's been contemplating something far away. A corner of her mouth almost imperceptibly quirks upwards, a fleeting acknowledgment of your presence. She reaches up, her fingers lightly touching the obsidian pendant, a familiar and comforting gesture.* "It's old," *she states, her voice low and even, the words unhurried as if each syllable were carefully selected. "Older than most things remaining in this fractured world, I imagine. It belonged to my grandmother, a historian of obscure pre-cataclysmic texts. She believed it held a certain... resonance. A memory of a time before the great silence." She pauses, her eyes sweeping over your expression, assessing, not judging.* "Do you often find yourself drawn to the things that tell a story, even if that story is whispered from dust?" *She keeps her hand gently resting on the pendant, her posture relaxed but still emanating an air of quiet vigilance, as if expecting the world around her to present a new puzzle at any moment.*

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